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SIX MONTHS AGO, 



THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY, 



ITS CONSEUUENCES, 



AN EPIC POEM 



BY R***, 




PHILADELPHIA : 
PUBLISHED BY J. F. M. M'eLROY. 



1844. 



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^'^ "^ SIX MONTHS AGO, 



OR 

THE EYENTPUL FEIDAY 



'T WAS on a bright day, when the year was young, 

And Nature, clad in all her beauties, trod 

This fair earth crowned with flowers — and the sky, 

Cloudless and deepest azure, bent above 

The Mighty One's creations smilingly, 

That men, high-hearted men, stood forth to tell 

Their fellows, credulous, and led astray 

By specious pretext, and more specious speech. 

The wiles insidious that a foreign band, 

Vile in its heart as in its language fair, 

Had used to bring our homes to slavery. 

Men of the mightiest intellect, whose brows 
Indexed the high and generous souls within. 
Raised there their voices fearlessly, and told — 
Shame to our land to say — ^the ignorant, 
The unread and untaught, how Babylon, 
The mother of the harlot, and of earth 
The vile abomination, strove to rend 
Our rights away, and rear upon the soil 



4S SIX MONTHS AGO, 

Where Freedom's brightest temple stands, and 

where 
The blood of patriots for that freedom flowed, 
Her hellish inquisition, where presides, 
Impersonated in a shaven priest, 
Of the infernal realms the chiefest fiend. 

They told them of the dogmas of a Church 
Whose bishops claim succession from the Christ, 
Through him who on Mount Olivet struck oiF 
The ear of Caiphas' servant, and exposed 
The policy of those who teach their slaves — 
Poor unenlightened and benighted ones — 
That they, mere mortals, can or bless or curse, 
Condemn to everlasting fire, or throw 
The robe of a bright immortality 
Around the soul that on Death's confines stands. 

And more they told their hearers, and the wish 
Was with them when they spoke it, that the ends 
Of earth might hear, and cherish, and believe 
The truth incontrovertible, that o'er 
The broad face of this smiling heritage, 
Given us by our fathers, and for which 
They fought, and bled, and died — the Jesuit, 
His heart the birth-place and the home of guile. 
Walked in his pride, exerting all his strength 
To wrest our Bible from us, and to give 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. 6 

The young and unformed minds of this fair land 
A mutilated version, teaching lies. 

Above the heads of this stern-hearted band 
The proud flag of the fairest land of earth 
Waved in its beauty, and they felt as felt 
Our patriot fathers, when, in ermined robe 
And glistening diadem, Oppression strove 
To set her iron heel upon their necks, 
And give them Slavery's bitter cup to drink, 
E'en to its very dregs ; and there went forth 
Their thunder tones upon the wavy wind, 
By every zephyr to be borne along 
Earth's chequered face to its remotest bound. 

Clad in the panoply of free-born men, 

They spake as freemen should — as men to whom. 

By that all-potent One whose throne is fixed 

On yonder amethystine dome, and in 

Whose hand a sceptre is that sways the world. 

The right is given to express their thought. 

They spoke as men implicit in their faith, 

Of Ihe Law's power and majesty — they felt 

Secure upon the soil that Washington, 

The best and bravest of the true and brave. 

Aided by dread Omnipotence, had freed 

From the oppressor's sword — they looked around 



4 SIX MONTHS AGO, 

And saw the blue smoke curl from their own 

hearths, 
And wend its way to heaven, and mingle with 
The soft blue there, an offering to God. 
They knew themselves the owners of the soil, 
Entailed by those who bought it with their blood. 
And they were not afraid. 

But there were those 
Near them, but not of them, in whose vile hearts 
The fellest passions reign, who stood aloof, 
Each looking on his fellow with a scowl 
That would have graced the dark Appolyon ; 
And ever and anon they struck their breasts, 
Bursting with ire and hate, and all the black 
And damning feelings of the man of sin. 
Such feelings must have vent ! They come ! they 

come! 
The slot-hounds of the Pope rush on their prey, 
Scatter the advocates of Native Eights, 
And tearing from its staff our blood-bought flag, 
Trample and rend each brilliant star and stripe, 
And mar its textm-e with their ,rabid slime. 

And these were they, who, leaving their own land. 

Made desolate by their intolerance. 

And anarchy, and tiger-thirst for blood 

And deeds of rapine, on our shores had sought 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. O 

Protection — some from transportation, some 
From the base halter, but the major part 
From fell starvation — and forgetting, as 
All ingrates will, the friends that shielded them, 
And soothed them in their hours of want and wo. 
And gave them bread, and welcomed them to all 
The cheering comforts of our own bright home. 
Turned on their benefactors, adder-like. 
And stung them, even to their deepest soul. 

The god of day had thrice around the world 
His golden ringlets shook, when, once again, 
Unconquered and unconquerable, all. 
The lovers of their country, to discuss 
The point at issue, gathered near the spot 
Whence, erst, the foes of order and of peace 
Had driven them. 

With flashing eye, and lip 
Compressed, and brow, determination's throne. 
One of our country's Ciceros stood forth. 
And in a speech, persuasive and yet stern, 
" Held by the ears his hearers," for a time. 
In this man's diction there was not expressed 
A thought t' incite the peacefully disposed 
To riot, or t' engender in the minds 
Of any other thoughts than those of peace. 
Yet, there is wild commotion in that crowd : 



b SIX MONTHS AGO, 

High indignation from each eye looks out ; 
The brawny hands of men of might are clenched ; 
Age leans upon his staff and sighs, Ah, me ! 
And holds the wish to be a youth again. 
Behold the passive cause ! — that tattered flag ! 
What words are those? It droops, and they are 

hid! 
Now, now the breeze is playing with its folds : 
It rolls aloof, and all is palpable. 

But now, above, around, on every side. 
All seemed as peaceful as an infant's sleep. 
It was a calm, such as in Tropic climes 
Precedes the black-winged tornado, that sweeps 
With lightning speed adown a lurid sky, 
Twining its viewless arms round rock and tree, 
And hurling each from its primeval bed ; 
Then dashing seaward in its wild career. 
Wrecks the proud navies of the proudest realms. 

Rome's dogs are up again ; their yelp is heard, 
And on they dash to their old work of blood. 
See how they gnash their teeth : — they long to 

bathe 
Their foul fangs in the gore of heretics. 
And send them straight to Tophet, unannealed. 

A widow's dai"ling, and her only one, 
A noble boy, amid that gathering stood, 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. / 

Bearing the stafry banner of our land : 

And ever and anon a flush went o' er 

His manly features, as he looked aloft 

And blessed that flag, and vowed within himself 

That he, for one, would die in its defence. 

He left his home a buoyant hearted youth. 

The altar fire of freedom in his heart 

Sending its hallowed warmth through every nerve, 

And kindling in his noble veins a fire 

That death, and death alone, had power to quell. 

And when he fell — slain by some craven wretch, 

Some skulking member of a hell-led herd. 

Set on by fiends thrice blacker in their heart 

Than is the chiefest of the imps of hell, — 

Down went our glorious ensign in the dust. 

Shrouding his quivering corpse ; — (a nobler pall 

Were not for him who wears a diadem.) 

And while bold men a moment stood aghast 

At this foul deed, the Hecates of a clan 

Of worthless renegades shrieked shrilly out, 

" Give them no quarters, Erin boys, Go JBragh /" 

How great the turmoil now ! Now fiercely rise, 
Above the yells of Rome's besotted slaves, 
The shouts of free-born hundreds for revenge 1 
Our 0W71 soil crimsoned with a brother's blood, 
Shed by a hireling cur ! Revenge ! Revenge ! 
But what can they, unarmed, unsheltered, all, 



8 SIX MONTHS AGO, 

With very devils in the guile of mien, 
Wielding the rifle, and, assassin-like. 
From some safe covert dealing wounds and death. 
'T were vain, t' were worse than vain for them to 

stand! 
With such unequal chances to resist 
Were, in them, act as suicidal as 
Is his who drives the knife to his own heart 
Or quaffs the contents of the poisoned bowl. 
They fly ! they fly ! but 't is no coward fear 
That prompts to this. Nay, see, they bear along 
Their desecrated flag, thrice hallowed now 
That it is sprinkled with a martyr's blood. 
Alas, poor Shiffler ! it were hard to be 
Cut down as thou wert in the bloom of youth ; 
Torn prematurely from the joys of earth 
And made the tenant of the darkling tomb. 
But lo, bright Fame has stricken from her scroll 
The names of him of Corsica, and all 
Of ancient Rome's proud Ctesars, and enrolled 
Thine, wreathed with fadeless laurels, boldly there. 

Next to our Washington, the cynosure 

Of her far searching eye is thine own name. 

We may not paint the grief unspeakable 

Of her who bore thee, when thy reeking corpse 

Was laid by friends beneath her humble roof ; 

We may not tell how that fond mother hung 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. 9 

In dire affliction o'er thy clay-cold form, 
And, an example to a sinful world. 
As did the Nazarene, the Lamb of God, 
For those who nailed him to the bloody tree. 
Prayed for forgiveness for thy murderers. 

The sun went down upon that scene of blood. 
And when, from South to North, from West to 

East, 
Throughout our lovely city's wide extent, 
This fearful and high-handed deed was known, 
One pulse decided moved each patriot heart, 
And from our midst went up the shout. Revenge ! 
Yet, there were those — base-hearted, cunning 

knaves, — 
Who chuckled in their sleeves when they were 

told 
These mournful tidings, and expressed them thus : 
" Ho ! glorious work this. Pity but the whole 
Of those Republicans had not been in 
The single form of him who bit the dust. 
But, hold ! they cannot last ! ephemeral 
As the frail flower are they, and this one blast 
Will wither them forever." Then they swore. 
By what such bare-faced traitors never knew. 
Their honor, that, in truth, t' was glorious neAvs. 

Sad brbws were in the street and by the hearth, 



10 SIX MONTHS AGO, 

And white-lipped fear stood by, while courage 

struck 
His manly heart and vowed to be revenged. 
Now turn we once more where the martyred boy 
Poured out his life's blood in the cause of right 5 
What see we there, beneath the veiled moon — 
What mean those groups of men, fierce in their 

speech, 
Furious in act and armored to the teeth"? 
These are the Alien bands — the bigot slaves 
Of Papal Rome, concocting hellish schemes. 
And see, among them glide, in sable clad, 
Smooth faced, well-fed and sanctimonious curs 
Growling approval of the past day's work, 
And urging all to do their best devoir, 
Impunity to all who may survive, 
And absolution full, and freedom from 
Pains purgatorial to those whose fate 
May be wounds mortal, or a sudden death. 
Promising, and bell, book and candle curse 
To all that falter in their holy w6rk. 
The next day's noon beheld of youth and age. 
And manhood firm, a mighty gathering 
Near where, in days of yore, unfaltering tongues 
Declared our country's independency. 
From every point they come ! each pathM^ay teems 
With human forms! and high excitement moves 
From breast to breast, as each to each recount 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. 11 

The fearful doings of the previous day ; 

And with one voice they shout " Lead on ! lead 

on!" 
Bold hearts are there ; and throwing to the wind 
The flag so sullied by the ruffian hands 
Of slaves, the basest of the slaves of slaves, 
They form and onAvard to the bloody scene 
Of yesterday, determined that should scores 
For every one of that vile pack of curs 
That caused them once to fly, be counted, then 
They would not yield an inch, but nobly die. 
And did they not fulfill this high resolve 1 
And who of earth can blame them that they did 1 
Who ? none but sycophants and demagogues — 
Such vermin as were all too foul to live, 
E'en in an atmosphere as putrid as 
Was that of Sodom when the curse of God 
Rolled o'er its bosom in sulphuric fire. 

As traverse they our city's thoroughfares. 

Some look as black as midnight on them ; some 

Turn them away, afraid by look or word 

To give approval, and a few throw up 

Their hats, give loud' huzzas and join their march. 

But let us forward to the sad result 

Of this day's movement. 

The disputed ground 
Scarce gained, from loopholes in each domicil 



12 SIX MONTHS AGO, 

A coward foe sends death along their line. 
Death, he, the tyrant that of yore, when these 
Consummate fiends had power, stalked him forth 
In his most fearful form. 

'Tis true he bore 
No rack, no screw, no pulley, no dark den 
Of deadly asps, nor wheel with murderous spikes 5 
Nor did he from the mother's mangled breast 
Snatch the frail babe to feed his hellish fires. 
But by his cursed instruments of Rome, 
He sent the searching bullet to the heart 
Of proud impetuous youth, and smeared the locks 
Of tottering age with his own smoking gore. 
See, what is that those stalwart men and true 
Bear on their shoulders? and what means that 

wail ? 
Another of Columbia's sons has fall'n, 
And from his mother comes that piercing cry. 
She mourns her fair-browed boy, the only hope. 
The only stay of her declining years. 
Again, that young wife with dishevelled hair 
Bending above her murdered husband's form — 
Now, with wild actions parting on his brow 
The raven curls that she so oft had twined 
Around her graceful hands in happier hours ; 
Now starting from his bier and looking up. 
With incoherent ravings, to her God. 
And lo ! where, anguish pictured in her face. 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. 13 

A bright-eyed girl is rushing hnong the throngs 

Of the fierce combatants, now looking here, 

Now there, and calling on her lover's name ; 

She finds him writhing in a pool of gore — 

Another victim to the papal herd. 

Ah ! who can paint that maiden's frenzied grief, 

Or who the parting of that love-led pair 1 

We look upon the orient, and watch 

The last bright beam of those that lit the sky, 

Fade from its sphere, and leave the world in gloom. 

Thus gazed this maiden on the pallid face 

Of her betrothed' — saw the last spark of life 

Go out in those dear eyes whence spoke the soul 

That won the best affections of her heart. 

And turned away, a desolated thing — 

Her every bright imagining destroyed. 

When will this carnage cease I When will the 

hounds 
Of thrice-damned Rome be surfeited with blood ? 
One more ! and yet one more ! lies low in death ! 
But stops the bigot here ? Oh, no, no, no ! 
Urged on by hell's best patrons, still the slaves 
Handle their weapons, and bereave the wife. 
The mother, child, and father of their loved. 
But let us draw a veil around these scenes. 
And from the brows of beauty and of worth. 
And lofty intellect, and courage sheen, 
Dispel the sombre shade that hovers there. 



14 SIX MONTHS AGO, 

Those who have looked with an unbiassed eye 

On every movement of the patriot band 

That one short year ago was brought to birth 

By the foul bigot's deeds, have seen in it 

The embryo of a giant, from whose arms 

Both our old giant parties dwindled down 

To shadows of the shades of what they were — 

In less than one brief lustre, mangled, slain, 

Shall fall and be no more. And though along 

Earth's face regenerate an atmosphere 

As pure as yonder heaven's pure self shall move, 

The exhalations from each filthy corpse, 



There are those in our midst whose narrow minds 

Have in them no capacity beyond 

The power to utter sentiments expressed 

By some poor, paltry elf, himself a clod. 

That have the vast effrontery to say — 

" Yours is the fault, Americans, that those 

Who seek an asylum upon our shores, 

From the oppressor's yoke, make such returns." 

Preposterous reasoning, this ! Because, forsooth, 

Americans will not stand by and see 

The untamed renegades of other climes 

Do murder on the natives of the soil, 

We are proscribers, persecutors, all. 

Can there be classed with those, the every pulse 



OR THE EVENTFUL FRIDAY. 15 

Of whose expansive hearts is for the land 
Beneath whose sunny skies they first drew breath ? 
And who the leaders of this niggard crew 1 
Cliques of the veriest knaves — the one nor worse 
Nor better than the other, but the pair 
Such as all men, that are men, must despise — 
Such as would barter for a j)etty place 
Their country's freedom, and give over all 
That heaven has sanctioned. Hear them how they 
speak. 

Give me an office, aliens ! Here 's my spouse, 
My soft eyed daughter, choose ye which, or both. 
And here 's my loving mother, and my sire, 
My brothers, and my sons — take, take them all, 
And as ye list, do with them — only give — 
Give me an office ! Thus the panders speak. 

Oh, Heaven! withhold thy wrath a little while — 
The Cities of the Plain were doomed for sin 
No greater than is that which, with a front 
As brazen ag the Colossus of Rhodes, 
Now stalks the streets of this once fairy land. 
But there are those, thousands on thousands strong, 
Merged in one frame Herculean, that will cleanse 
This Augaean stable of its filthy load. 
And make it once again a Paradise. 



16 SIX MONTHS AGO. 

Then will the shades of Washington, Fayette, 
And all those other gallant men and true 
That helped to free our country from the sway 
Of stolid tyrants, from their high estate 
Look down upon us smilingly — and then, 
No base-souled demagogues with lying tongues, 
No party partisans, Avith specious speech 
And promises ne'er meant to be fulfilled, 
To excite their passions — the down-trodden ones 
Of every clime shall find a happy home 
Upon our shores, and from that triune God 
Who rules the destinies of countless worlds, 
Shall come down blessings on themselves and us. 
We see around us many a brilliant eye 
And smile-wreathed lip to cheer us in our work. 
Our mothers, daughters, sisters, and the fair 
That now are, or may some day be our brides, 
"With voice, and look, and action, bid us on. 
Our watchword still is freedom, glorious word ! 
And rallying in our strength, our cry shall be, 
Our God, our rights, and down with bigotry. 



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